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The Paladin’s Punishment
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He wasn’t sure what Beckett’s problem was. Danse had followed her to County Crossing in her endeavor to aid another settlement, which he always obliged seeing as she was the General of the Minutemen and their people. The folks there mentioned some ferals that were lurking nearby at the National Guard Training Yard down the road and were worried that one of these days, they would get hungrier and come crawling out to get them.
Beckett had sped off in the direction of the training yard immediately, hardly even waiting for Danse. She had been like this the last couple of days; cranky, snarky and short with him, unable to look him in the eye ever since she had experienced that Kellogg character’s memories. When he had attempted a discussion about it, she had shrugged him off and told him how she was on edge, and that he shouldn’t take it personal. She was mourning her baby, her marriage; had found out her son was likely older than she’d thought and had missed out on all those formative years.
Danse understood grief, and she was aware of that but regardless, as her Paladin he deserved a bit more respect. He had already been quite lenient with her throughout their quests ever since they met, allowing her some leeway to talk back to him, forgiving her when she didn’t listen, her stubbornness risking getting them both killed on numerous accounts.
He knew she had been through an extremely difficult time, and endured losses even he wouldn’t have fully grasped, so he often spared her his biting remarks. He also found he had to remind himself a few times, especially in the beginning of their alliance, that Elaine Beckett was pre-war. She had been frozen in time for over two centuries and so had not been fully acclimated to the harsh, decaying landscape and crass, murderous lifestyles the Commonwealth boasted.
Of course, it wasn’t that hard to remember, not when every time he looked at her, was stunned to admire her beautiful pale skin; soft skin which had not yet been brutally pounded with the sick of radiation.
The two of them had neared the training yard and Beckett stopped abruptly, screwing with a knob on her pipboy. Danse was surprised to see his own radar pulsing. They had only just realized it, but they were picking up a distress signal and headed right for it.
They fought and shot their way through many of the ferals that inhabited the ground level, following the beeping signal into the decrepit ruins of the recruitment office where they found Tara Astlin’s body next to a holotape and the distress pulser.
“Knight Astlin. She was in my company, years ago. Best marksman I ever saw.” He whispered, crestfallen.
“Knight Tara Astlin. Brotherhood of Steel Recon Team 429-Alpha. Serial number 3431. It’s been three hours since I set my distress pulser. There’s been no word from the Paladin or Faris. Their objective was the satellite array, on the coast. They may be out of range.”
They listened on to the holotape, Danse feeling his throat seize up and an unwelcome sting behind his eyes. He did not usually get so emotional, but he’d had a rough go of it throughout these last several years and it was beginning to catch up to him.
“My orders were to hold this position at all costs. The entire site has been overrun. The door won’t last much longer. Paladin Brandis, sir. It’s been an honor, sir.”
“A soldier to the end,” said Danse, swallowing hard and Beckett rested a gentle hand on his arm. “Well done, Knight.” As they carried on collecting anything of value, he followed up with, “They should have fortified their camp, made it a proper outpost. They must not have had time, and Astlin paid the price.”
Once they cleared out all the ghouls inside and around the training yard, Beckett promised him they would find the rest of the patrol.
By the time they got back to County Crossing, they were sweaty, covered in dirt and muck, and stank to high heaven. He and Elaine filled up a couple buckets of water and headed to a nearby, half-collapsed house with thankfully, privacy, a couple of sleeping bags and enough room for both of them to take cover from the brutality of the night.
Danse exited his power armor, leaving him in his orange Brotherhood jumpsuit and Elaine prepared them each a couple of clean cloths and a bar of soap for them to share. They were to freshen up, clean themselves as best as they could while in the company of one another.
They sat a fair distance away, not at all close enough to touch – Danse facing that way, cross-legged, and Beckett kneeling facing the other direction. Neither one of them were able to look over or make eye contact but both felt hotly the thick awkward tension clouding the air.
He was grateful for the coolness of the water on his skin, for it was a particularly humid night. He had unzipped the front of his jumpsuit where it sat rolled at his waist, allowing the soapy water to cascade down his chest and far below his stomach. He did not prefer to outright wash his lower half with her just by him, but the desire to feel clean outweighed his need for decency.
Conservatively enough so she might not notice, he shoved his hand beneath his clothing, scouring himself nice and good with the suds. It felt good too, to grab and squeeze his aching loins.
It wasn’t like this was the first time they had participated in this ritual, nor was it the first he had bathed in front of anyone else, if one could call this bathing. Such was a soldier’s life, to do what they had to do to maintain personal hygiene and health even when you had to be around others.
The only difference here was, well… the only difference was that he was supremely attracted to his recruit. He had to be extra aware of himself and his line of thinking when they were together and although he was an expert in self-discipline, Danse was in no circumstances, a saint.
Ever since they met, his mind had been invaded with lewd daydreams, fantasies featuring Beckett and him naked and entwined together; her begging him, letting him fuck her all over the Prydwen, fucking her anywhere he wanted. It was completely improper generally for not only a man of his standing, but for the man who was supposed to behave as her commanding officer.
Beckett was supposed to be able to look up to him, but so far in Danse’s mind, it was all he could do not to be thinking of her looking up at him, on her knees, with her sweet, wet mouth around his…
Try as he might, these daydreams were his favorite pastime, a guilty pleasure, a comfort to fall back on when he could not bear to think of his lonely reality, a reality he had chosen years ago when he decided he would rather live in unromantic solitude than to grow attached.
Danse was certain that if anything happened between him and Elaine, he would feel very much attached in ways he was not ready to understand. He felt attached to her anyway, just as they were. If he imagined her as his lover, damnit he would never be able to let her go.
He had already lost his best friend, Cutler, several compatriots… he had never even had a real family. If he were to be blessed with anyone like that but then have them savagely ripped away from him… Danse could only be so strong. Every man had his breaking point.
Perhaps that is why Elaine really was so tough, because she had lived through all that herself. One of his worst fears, yeah alright. Elaine Beckett had dealt with his worst fears for breakfast and still managed on.
What if something happened to her? No matter what she told him, how strong she said she was, he would always be worried about losing her.
He stole a peek at her from his peripheral and his neck flushed with embarrassment when he saw she had removed both shirt and bra. His eyes delicately roamed the expanse of her slim but muscular arching back, to where her khaki shorts hugged tightly her pert ass. Danse groaned internally, quickly looking away as he realized his discreet peeking was quickly turning into outright staring.
Danse tried to think of other things, literally anything but what he couldn’t have, shouldn’t have.
“Um, Danse, sir?”
“What is it, General?” He always called her General when he joked, his attempt at fighting the tension. He genuinely did respect her as a leader though, even if he never said it.
“Hmph, well…” she trailed off, seemingly bashful. At least she was in a better mood than she had been. “I was wondering if-if well, maybe you could get my back for me?”
Danse froze, his belly flip flopping uncomfortably.
“I, it’s just that I can feel there’s all this dirt there, but I can’t reach it. All that debris that fell down my jacket earlier… would you-would you mind?”
“I, uhm -” he cleared his throat, now feeling vastly warmer than even before. So much for killing the tension. He certainly didn’t want to pass up an opportunity like this, not with her, but he also could not help his nature. “Don’t you think -” but she didn’t even let him finish.
“Oh please. Can you just stop being so, so yourself for once and get over here?”
She could not see his smirk in the darkness as he situated himself behind her. “Only if you stop sassing me around.”
“But it’s my favorite thing to do!” she replied, tossing him her sopping towel and curling her long, gingery-brown hair over her shoulder, exposing her naked back to him.
“Uh huh,” he was enthralled with the sight before him. Sheens of sweat sparkled over her freckled skin and even stained with dry patches of mud, dust and blood, in Danse’s eyes, she was flawless. He could definitely not deny he’d had this daydream before.
He wetted the rag some more, lathering it up with some of the soap before kneading it against her ruddy skin. “Ugh.” Elaine sighed contentedly, her head lolling and arching her back even more. As he roved the cloth over her, she continued to trill approvingly, little tantalizing sounds that had his cock twitching in response.
When he was all but done, Beckett turned herself around smiling and Danse tried his best to ignore ever more the stirring feelings inside him. It was difficult to merely just glance at her semi-nude form, her bouncing breasts covered tantalizingly from his eyes by the long, damp planks of her hair; such long, coppery tendrils they dipped and curled into her lap.
She hardly ever wore her hair down, usually sporting a practical pony, messy bun or a braid or two. He really loved her hair, and to him no matter what she did with it, she looked incredible.
However just now, she was like some sort of earthy, primeval creature, like a pixie or, or a nymph, he thought; like a beautiful ethereal girl he had once glimpsed in an old, burnt-up storybook.
Her stare held concern as her fingers came up to lightly slide over the fresh split he sported on his lip. He didn’t care that it was there, just another scar to mar his beaten mug.
She dipped the soapy towel in the water and gently brushed it along the dried blood around his mouth, careful of his stinging wound.
He allowed the kind sentiment, yet then she seemed to be nearing closer and closer, until Danse realized, her eyes so inviting, that she was moving in for a kiss. Quickly, he grasped Elaine’s wrist in his hand and the towel dropped between them. She appeared surprised by herself, apparently not even having been outrightly conscious of her own actions.
“What are you doing, Knight?” he questioned gently.
“Well, what does it look like I’m doing, genius?” she purred playfully, casually keeping her cool. She brushed her nose against his, but he remained stony and motionless, straining against the tides of indecision churning within, his fingers on her wrist curling a bit tighter. She could sense his resistance, those precise instincts of hers. “Danse?”
He would want nothing more than to ravage this woman right now, but it would be extremely inappropriate. Even if they were in the middle of nowhere, with no one to see them, no one from the Brotherhood around to snoop, doing this would only add truth to the rumors that had long started weaving their way through the Prydwen – and although he did well at hiding his feelings, he didn’t want to risk having to keep such a secret… at least not yet.
Danse had never done something like this before, not like this, and she was different, much different.
He didn’t trust himself, and if he made any impulsive choices, it could be his one-way ticket to reassignment, and being taken far away from this one person he never wanted to leave. Elaine had somehow become his rock, a saving grace. He had to hold on to his discipline, for his own sake, for as long as he could.
“I – you know we can’t do that. It’s against -”
“I see.” Elaine was already very offended, pulling her wrist from his grip. He swiftly caught her small hand in both of his large ones, an expression of remorse having settled on his features.
“I’m sorry, Beckett. It just wouldn’t be right of us, especially me, your sponsor, and officer in command, to -”
“Yes, whatever. I get it.” She snipped him short, twisting and standing out of his grasp and shuffling over towards one of the sleeping bags. “I shouldn’t have expected anything less from the strait-laced, Puritan Paladin.” Her sultry voice was polluted with venom.
Elaine could not believe she had just put herself out there like that, only to get rejected. She knew she was being a bit of a bitch lately, but she had been trying to make up for it now. Over the course of the past several months, she had convinced herself that Danse had desired more between them.
Their initial distrust and dislike of each other had turned into a comfortable, warm camaraderie, like old friends falling into place. Well, when they weren’t bickering, but even that had been somehow enjoyable. Then there were those moments when he would look at her and she just… she thought he wanted her. Just now, she had not even been planning on going in for a kiss, it just sort of happened. She was just so drawn to him and here she was, humiliated.
Who honestly cared about those sorts of rules anyway? In a world like this, where one could get shot to high heaven, ripped apart or eaten alive at any moment, a person had to indulge in even the smallest of pleasures when they could get it.
Elaine was tired of being so angry, and so down. She was desperate to feel something else other than pain and heartache, anything else at this point as it were. She would have even taken a hit of jet right now if she could, which was extremely out of character for her, but who the hell even was she anymore?
Danse winced at her waspishness. “A Puritan, what? Uhm, no,” he chuckled nervously. “But we have to lead by example, Knight,”
“Lead by example, to who? I don’t see anyone else around.”
He chose not to answer that, clearing his throat uncomfortably and feeling extremely mortified by the whole situation. He could only guess how embarrassed she felt. His rejection was a reluctant one, but Danse didn’t think she realized that.
Since they met, he wasn’t so sure if she could tell, could see how difficult it was for him to pretend that he did not feel what he did, to act as if all of their little flirtations meant nothing. It was not as if he wanted to dodge her advances, and as the hours drew on and they arose with the sun, Danse felt safe to assume she was still angry with him, quietly so. He didn’t press her, but she had barely spoken to him on their way to the satellite array, and only began behaving nicely toward him again once they found the body of Scribe Faris.
“Field Scribe Faris. He was with the recon team.”
“I’m sorry, Paladin Danse.” Beckett offered cordially, out of breath and Danse nodded, sincerely appreciative of her politeness. He knew this was not easy for her given her tragic circumstances, and also that she was currently upset with him.
“This is Faris. It’s been… two hours since the Paladin left. My leg… I can’t stanch the bleeding. Bullet must’ve hit an artery. Brandis… if you get this… I hope you made it back to Astlin in time. There was nothing you could do for me. Get to the bunker up north. You’ll survive. That’s all that… that’s all that matters…”
“They must have come to the satellite array for the comm system,” muttered Danse. He was still a bit rattled and sweating his ass off from the quick, but hard-won fight they had just endured, killing so much green scum. “Probably trying to send word back to the Prydwen. They were ambushed.” Elaine only did what she knew best, the maternal side of her exhibited as she shoved her little hand in his, pressing her smaller frame close to him.
She’d demonstrated a poor attitude recently, but Elaine was not about to let her deep-seated resentment over her destroyed, empty life get in the way of what truly mattered – like her companionship to Danse.
He was very much special to her, and her pride and loneliness would not stop her from being the inherent nurturer within. He was her friend, first and foremost, and she would stand by him even if he would not take things further in their relationship.
His fingers gripped hers tightly, welcoming the moments when they could be more tender and friendly, and not barking at each other’s throats, or not speaking at all. “Faris was wounded, couldn’t walk. They got a distress signal. And Brandis left him behind,” he continued. “He… he broke the first rule of small group tactics: stick together. Always stick together.”
Beckett remained silent as Danse went through the past in his mind, treating the situation as if he had been there, tried to see through his old comrade’s eyes.
“We’re missing something. We need to retrace their steps and determine what happened to the rest of the team.”
“I’m with you all the way, Paladin.”
“Are you ready?” He queried. It was still relatively early in the morning, even after shooting through a slew of rapacious super mutants. They still had plenty of time to try to figure this out.
“Let’s go.”
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It was a few days later when just about the entirety of the Prydwen decided to have a Brotherhood-wide party to celebrate the solved mystery of the lost patrol, the return of reclusive but grateful, Paladin Brandis and to remember the lives his recon team gave for the greater good.
Beckett said she was leaving that night after a few drinks, saying she had some menial things to take care of at the Castle. She had told Danse that she needed some time on her own and that she would be back on the Prydwen in a few days. She hadn’t given him any time to respond before she had hastily left him standing before his room, confused but mostly concerned.
When she reappeared later, Elaine was donned in her enhanced, skintight blue jumpsuit that accentuated her ample curves in all the right places. It was the very same Vault 111 suit she was wearing when they first met. She entered into the recreation room and every eye was immediately on her, a few lingering, lecherous stares.
Elaine leaned against the bar and Danse watched as a Paladin from a differing team complimented her in passing. He was Paladin Vaughn, an objectively attractive blonde man who had a bad reputation with the ladies.
“Damn, looking real good there, Beckett,” he had a thick, Bostonian accent, as far as Danse could tell. He wasn’t an accent expert. Who would be these days? Vaughn sounded like most of the riff raff that littered the Commonwealth.
“Thank you, Paladin Vaughn,” Elaine replied coyly. “Not too bad yourself.”
Vaughn looked behind him, shamelessly at her perky and round, magnificent ass that filled out every bit of the suit. “Shooo… that rearend of yours is really, definitely one I wouldn’t mind bumpin’ into sometime.”
Elaine’s mouth hung open, surprised but not completely repulsed, a tiny twitch of a smile at the corner of her lips. Arrogant Vaughn grinned back, vodka in hand as he headed for the table where a bunch of the others were playing poker at.
Danse did not like that exchange at all. Paladin Vaughn, with Elaine? No. Double no, no way, not in hell was that happening.
Fan-fucking-tastic. Now he was starting to feel somewhat insecure, not just because of Vaughn, a notorious player known for his brash suave, but the fact that Beckett had happily allowed this proposition and was not outright refusing the man. She even seemed rather interested, looking perplexed as she stole glances over at the poker table.
What if she got bored of waiting for Danse to be ready, tired of waiting for him to be bold and end up going for someone else who actually was? He simply could not stand the thought… not some other second-rate bastard.
It was supposed to be him, and he had to do something about it before it was too late. He could not let her get away, decorum be damned. Danse had self-sabotaged and allowed himself to be unhappy for far too long. If anyone was worth losing everything over, it was her.
Her eyes had found his, and Danse gave her a hardened, unyielding stare; an angry and unhinged, but beckoning, lustful glare as best as he could muster before slamming his empty cup down onto the table and turning to go into his private quarters.
He was not adept at outwardly conveying his emotions, being a reasonably stoic man, but he was certain, even in his drunken haze, that his intense glare had made her very distressed. She looked so pissed at him, and he knew he had been successful in evoking her curiosity.
She would come for him, yes, she would. He felt a carnal instinct broiling within him, a possessive but protective force having come over. She was his, and right now he had no room to care about how wrong of him that was. He no longer gave a damn. There was no fucking way he was ever going to let that smug, blonde slimeball, or anyone else for that matter, lay a single hand on her. Not if he could help it.
The time had come for him to assert his dominance and stake claim to what he wanted. Danse had finally snapped.
It took a little over fifteen minutes but eventually there came an anxious rapping at his door. He swung it open, his demeanor stony as she strode inside with a snide air of disdain.
He locked the door behind her, circling her like a bird-of-prey but Elaine wasn’t taking the hint. She was tapping her foot impatiently, her arms crossed with an indignant gleam in her eyes.
“Well?” She broke the steaming silence. “What the hell was that look you gave me, Danse?” There was whiskey on her breath, apparently having drunk her fair share in those fifteen minutes. It seemed the jealous anger had resurfaced on his face, wondering if she had cozied up to anybody after he had left, for then she said, “Yes, that right there. What is wrong with you?”
There was a pregnant pause before Danse finally answered, standing sternly before her.
“You’re not allowed to be alone anywhere near Paladin Vaughn. Do you hear me? That’s an order, Knight.”
Elaine almost laughed, she didn’t think she could feel any more annoyed than she was, the rage surging through her veins. “Excuse me?”
“He’s a known lothario, and I didn’t like what he said, the way he was looking at you. You are not to see him.”
She cackled and scoffed dramatically, feeling absolutely bewildered, exasperated at his hot and cold mixture of actions. Always warm and subtly sensuous with her, but then giving her a cool shoulder every time she made a move – and now he was behaving like a possessive tyrant, a hot-headed jealous schoolboy dictating who she could and could not be around? What did he want from her? Did he even know what he wanted?
“Are you joking, you – ? You know what, well maybe I did. Maybe I like to be looked at, maybe even wanted by someone. God, is it really so wrong to enjoy the attention?” She stood her ground, her voice rising with her confidence. “And what gives you the right? Do you hear yourself right now? You may be my commanding officer, a Paladin but you’re not the master of my life. You’re not the boss of me. You didn’t even… you’re -”
She would have kept harping on if she had not felt suddenly aware of the present difference in Danse’s demeanor, that something in him had been different, much different since she walked in.
His tapering torso was inching closer to her, his broad shoulders towering above. Elaine was not only just realizing how much taller Danse really was, but also that he was cornering her, in his private room, her back and hands connecting with the wall behind her. “Danse, what – ?”
The air was thick with primal tension, the man before her predatory, radiating unchaste electricity, his already so deep brown eyes swirling into intimidating black pools. She had to look away from him, felt her throat closing up, unable to swallow correctly as her thighs trembled underneath his ardent gaze.
He spoke lowly, his caramel smooth voice falling softly over her ear, hitting the depths of her insides just right, it had her throbbing. “You’ve left me with no choice.” His thumb curved around her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes again. “If you are that starved for attention, the only one who’s going to give it to you is me.”
Danse leaned down into her, his lips melting onto hers for the first time. Elaine’s body ignited, aflame with hunger as her fingers weaved into his soft, black hair, opening instantly to him. Her mouth was supple and pliant as he roved his against them, pressing himself ever closer. His kisses were potently diligent and powerful, languid and lavish tastings, his bourbon tongue smoothing over hers.
His large hand was releasing her jaw, flittering down her neck and splaying onto the material of her vault suit above her breasts. He took the zipper between his fingers and slowly slid her suit open to the belly button, dragging the sleeves down over the peaks of her shoulders.
His mouth left hers, breathless. A drop of sweat beaded down the side of his face as he gazed reverently at the now exposed pale flesh of her bosoms; admiring how pillowy soft, and surprisingly big they felt in his hands as he roughly squeezed them, pinching and pulling on her rosy-pink, puffy pebbles.
The small, quiet sounds he was eliciting from her was the best music he’d ever heard. He found himself brokenly groaning in response, grounding his hips flush against her.
Surely, she could feel the rock-hard, straining pillar pushing against her lower stomach through that tight, little jumpsuit – surely, she now knew just how much he wanted her?
As if she could read his mind, her tone lush and languorous with lust, “I… didn’t think you wanted me.”
Danse shook his head, “You’re kidding, right?”
Was she insane? She was the strongest, most beautiful woman in the Commonwealth, a genuine hero amongst meager men. He could be certain there’d not be many who wouldn’t like what they saw as she walked by.
Had he mentioned how clever and funny, and compassionate she was? Or how downright sexy the way she carried herself was, or how mysterious she could be? Not to forget, one of the best soldiers he had ever had the privilege of meeting. Elaine was just the kind of person Danse had always craved. It was a wonder he had staved this off as long as he had.
Elaine was a true treasure, one he desperately desired to covet for as long as he could, for as long as she would let him.
“Well, you made it pretty obvious now.”
She felt his wet mouth around her nipple, and she gasped. He suckled and bit at the sensitive flesh, moaning against her skin as he unlatched from her with a small pop. “Goddammit, I’ve wanted you all this time.”
She was so taken aback from him, his rough and animalistic touch. Soundless cries tumbled from her lips, her head falling back in ecstasy as he brushed his knuckles over her belly, fingers foxing just beneath her suit. “But you can’t stay in here much longer,” he told her with great reluctance. “I’m sure suspicions are already running high, especially with you in my room right now.”
Beckett pouted childishly and he grabbed her face again, punishing her with a hard kiss.
“Get out, now, and I’ll reward you for it later.” He was being so firm with her, so strict, mean even, much more so than usual. A wicked beastliness saturated his commanding baritone, and fuck, she liked it a lot.
Elaine had never acknowledged how submissive she truly was deep down until just now. Despite her rebellious nature against authority, she found what she really wanted was for Danse to keep ordering her around with that voice of his, as long as it ensured she’d make it into his bed.
He zipped up her suit for her and Elaine nodded dazedly, “Yes sir,” the whiskey not the only sweet thing that was making her feel drunk, unsteady and heady. “I’ll… be returning in a few days.” She straightened out her garb, making sure her appearance looked in order, the hairs of her long pony back in place.
“See you then, Knight.” Danse replied, gravelly and dark, and then softer, “Stay alive out there, please.” Elaine gave him one lasting look, full of amusement before exiting his room.
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Elaine spent her time at the Castle helping plant crops and building beds, typical settlement work. More and more recruits and refugees had shown up to join the Minutemen and now the ancient fortress was pushing eighteen civilians. Amongst the menial and routine socialization and painstakingly tedious work, her only alleviation was the thought of seeing Danse again.
He had left her aching, wet and wanton, not exactly ideal as her focus was now both scattered and dreamy, and the couple of people there who actually kind of knew her were noticing something was off.
She was glad Garvey was not present at least, a well-meaning man who would have been likely to pry. She was pretty positive he was very sweet on her also, and Elaine was not in the mood for his usual small-talk, or his not-so-subtle gazes of idolization.
She did what she had to do, and on the third morning, when she knew she was no longer needed and no one would miss her, high-tailed it back toward the airport. She spent a night in Bunker Hill, selling off some junk and second-hand weapons before she continued on.
It felt like forever until she was finally arriving at her destination, trudging into the workshop area to find that it was her lucky day. There he was, her Paladin – a sweaty Danse clad in his white tank and dark green combat pants. He was concentrating, fiddling with his power armor, corded, bulging muscles rippling and flexing as he twisted a wrench.
“Why are you out here?”
His head snapped up in surprise, a mysterious gleam shining in his eyes, happy to see her. Elaine dropped her belongings on one of the red and white benches, sashaying timidly towards him. “’Didn’t feel much like being around the others.” He replied honestly.
Though the workshop inside the Prydwen was a convenient place with plenty to keep himself efficient, he couldn’t help but resent the constant chatter and clatter; the loud noise the others made as they gossiped amongst themselves and asked him too many questions, got in his way and knocked things over. It wasn’t all bad, but sometimes he just wanted to be left to his own thoughts and devices.
And even more truthfully, he had felt pitifully hopeful she would return today. At least he no longer had to feel as pitiful about it. She was here, and he was eager to see how she had been. He stopped what he was doing and set down his tools.
As he did so, he felt a set of coquettish hands splaying along his arm and he turned, snatching her wrist on instinct. Danse was agile and quick from his years of combat training. “You shouldn’t touch me out in the open like this,” he said lowly, his tone breathy but scolding. Elaine had startled him. The Lancer-Knight patrolling the second-floor hallway often stepped out onto the balcony and looked over above, and this whole thing made him incredibly apprehensive. “Anyone could come around the corner, to the balcony,”
Beckett whole-heartedly ignored him. “Mm… Danse, you reek,”
He chuckled and cleared his throat anxiously, scratching behind his ear as she brushed her soft fingers amid the tufts of fur peeking out from his shirt on his chest. “Well I was going to shower soon.” Her playful, pretty gaze and warm greeting had him entirely distracted from how foolish this was.
“I’m not saying it’s bad. You smell…” she leaned in, breathing in the saccharine of his sweat, how something about his musk was almost piney, earthy like timber, a freshly stoked fire. “So manly.” His strong masculine pheromones had her pressing into him further, her lips skimming hotly, wetly over his collarbone, standing on her tip toes to kiss his throat.
Danse’s jaw clenched, biting the inside of his cheek. She was as disobedient to his orders as ever. He was entertained by her mischievousness, but this was not the place for such recklessness. “You’re positively feral, aren’t you? Look at you.”
“Ugh.” The way he was handling her now, speaking to her after the other night… as if his usual bossy, and cocky self had accelerated up a thousand notches. So had her heartbeat, he was being such a tease. It felt like she was under the effects of something akin to a lust potion; so aroused for him, untucking his shirt so that she could steal a feel of his sculpted abs, knuckles dashing against his happy trail.
Danse shivered lightly at her touch, smirking as a fiendish plan began darkening his eyes. “I know what you need, soldier.”
With the wrist he was still holding, he led Elaine quietly, hurriedly around back where the wall was crumbled facing the ocean. No spying eyes would be able to see, not unless they walked all the way to where they were, but god help him if anyone aboard the Prydwen happened to look too far down.
He would reward her right here, right now, just like he said he would when he’d forced her out of his room. Danse always kept his promises.
Softly, he swiped locks of her hair behind her ear and captured her mouth with a kiss. Danse’s lips were addictive, Elaine almost couldn’t believe she went four days without them. His cushiony mouth, tender and languid but firm against hers, scorching breathless kisses down her neck, amid the heaving slopes of her mounds covered by her tee which he lightly squeezed.
She gasped as he was suddenly jolting her shorts down her legs, underwear and all. He drank in the sight of her loveliness, licking his lips before slowly pressing long fingers into the hot, dripping wetness between her thighs.
“Fucking hell,” he murmured, disbelief etched between his brows.
Danse found he had become a different man around her. Well, perhaps not exactly. He could be who he had always been inside. There was a deeply libidinous and demanding, but also romantic element to himself which he had always wanted to experience. There was a man who had a lot of love to give, the man he always held back.
He had long waited for someone like her, someone to unleash this part of him. He had a built-up rage, a pressurized storm within, and while he could be her solace, in exchange she would be his.
Still, he knew this was no mere exchange. It would be so much more than that.
“Its… what you do t-to my body.” Elaine trembled under his keen touch, perusing her drenched folds, the pad of his thumb rolling lackadaisically unto the white-hot, electric nerves that had stars shooting from the backs of her eyes.
“Mmmmmm.” He hummed throatily in response, his beastly, deep vibrato melting over her like a volcanic wave. He plunged his middle finger inside.
She was all mewling and whimpers as he glid back out and then in again, twisting up within her slick tightness. “Oh yes… Danse,” she heard herself cry, whining faintly.
“Shhh.” He hushed her, ruthlessly quickening his pace.
He was adding his index, grinding and thrusting against her hard again and again, so deep. Long fingers curled around inside, hitting a place she had honestly never known was there and she reeled, sighing sensuously, lewdly. She had not even realized that she’d been finding any piece of him or his clothing to grab onto, an arm latched around his torso, hands clutching his shirt and threaded into his hair.
Her moaning was escalating, Danse folding his palm over her mouth to quiet her as he continued finger-fucking her relentlessly against the wall. Then he unsheathed his fingers, swirling them juicily around her hyper-sensitive, all too neglected little stud and the perfectness of its slippery friction finally broke the dam. Her heaven’s opened up, and Danse was God.
“Yesss...” he hissed gutturally as the sticky nectar of her unbridled desire gushed and flooded all over his hand. He and his painfully throbbing cock had never wanted anything more than to stick himself inside her aching, succulent little slit.
However now was not the time, nor had it been the wisest decision to do what he’d just done to her, but Danse felt no regret. Never had he seen anything as glorious and dazzling as this woman coming apart in his hands, because of him and his hands.
“At ease, soldier,” he whispered gently, her soul eventually returning to Earth. “Good?”
“Did you really just ask me if that was good?” Her lips were twined into a lazy smile, pulling up and rebuttoning her shorts.
“I meant are you good.”
“Yes, I-I’m good. I’m great.”
“Outstanding,” Danse’s favorite word. His low voice was like sweet and salty butter, she didn’t think she would ever get over it. Elaine could listen to him speak for hours, if he’d let her. “I have some clean hand towels at the workshop, if you need to… you know, to clean up,” he said bashfully, but then his expression held pride and he sported a tiny salacious grin. “I told you I’d reward you, didn’t I?”
Elaine’s eyes sparkled slyly. “Yes, but… when will I be able to give you something? You can’t have all the fun, you know.”
Danse gripped her shoulders, enclosing her in a startlingly loving embrace before connecting their mouths. His kiss was leisurely and lascivious, suckling in her lips and nibbling on them. He wanted to be amorous and tell her that their time would come, but he simply could not resist boasting his dominance. She seemed to kind of like it, which only stoked his flame. “If you’re good. You have to be good, Beckett. No misbehaving here, or anywhere near the Prydwen. Is that clear?”
She was giggling adoringly. If all she had to do to be with him was to behave and not put their positions in jeopardy, then she would oblige. Danse was making her feel alive again. “Crystal.”
“Okay.” He released her from his grasp and Elaine tried to maintain functionality, her legs quivering like jelly. “We’ll continue this at a better time. I’m hitting the showers. Let me know when you’re ready to head back to Sanctuary. I know you want to stop there before we go on our great excursion to the Glowing Sea.”
“Roger that.”
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It took Elaine another five or so days on the Prydwen before she felt rested enough to endure leaving once again. She had not necessarily wanted to wait that long, but her limbs had been aching and she honestly needed some time off from her trekking around. She mostly stuck to her bed, but the rare times she got up found her working on a better scope for her favored enhanced submachine gun, as well as cleaning and polishing all of her weapons.
Yet, finally the time came when she was more restless than ever, ready to say her ‘goodbyes’ and have Danse all to herself again. Maybe they could even have a couple of special moments together along the road. She had barely even seen him during her long rest here, having mostly stayed inside his own room and Elaine had respected this. She had been very well-behaved just like he had requested.
However, all the way to Sanctuary, Danse had treated her like the typical, prude gentleman he had always been, like a simple friend again, business as usual – as if they hadn’t have already shared what they had.
Elaine absolutely loathed every second of it, but she hadn’t the heart, nay, the guts, to bring it up. The questions, suspicions and insecurities had turned over and over amidst her mind, louder and louder with every step.
By the time they had made it to the other side of the Commonwealth, days later and stopping multiple places, Elaine had just about enough of Danse’s avoidance. She wanted another clandestine moment and for some annoyingly nonchalant reason, he had not given her one.
Despite the trek having been filled to the brim with various errands and detours – not to mention the generous amount of murder they left in their wake – they’d had plenty of chances to steal away and he had not taken any of them, seemingly naïve of her urgent exigencies. Elaine did not push him, unwilling to put any stress on their blossoming relationship, but she was growing increasingly impatient.
She was not going to fare the Glowing Sea of lethal radiation without getting what she wanted. She had been a good little knight, and if being good was no longer getting her anywhere, then she was going to have to be bad.
Currently, she wore a harness she had snatched from the suitcase of one of her fallen enemies, a gunner girl. Underneath, Elaine had on a white, cut-off tee shirt which she decided to rip at the middle, cropping it up her waist to show off her fit but curvy figure.
She had French-braided the hair at her head, but stopped below her ear, tying them so they fell prettily behind her in two long, sleek tails. She felt like a princess, a fucked-up princess but a princess, nonetheless.
This kept her thick locks out of her face but also thought it to be a very flattering look on her, and at this point she was trying to do anything she could to get Danse’s full and undivided attention. His thick eyebrows had rose in surprise, cheeks flushing when she’d emerged from the Red Rocket wearing the outfit. Her plan was so far working, as Danse seemed visibly, hotly bothered by the sudden change.
“Joining the Gunners now?” He jested and Elaine sniggered.
The two of them walked through the front gates of the blooming community and Garvey was there not a minute later, following them to the closest water pumps. He was chatting her ear off, first praise of her labor at the Castle for the newly recruited Minutemen, then raving about how the razorgrain there at Sanctuary was doing much better.
He was turning to Danse, asking him how he was doing when Elaine was distracted from a cigarette smoking MacCready walking straight towards them. “Nice hair, gunner girl.” MacCready complimented with his usual snark and Elaine grinned, nodding her thanks. She’d almost forgotten about the ex-gunner and here she was, sporting their outfit.
Sturges then too, was passing by to say hello. So much testosterone was around and, peering dangerously down at her bucket, a diabolical idea struck.
The men were all stealing glances at her and mingling amongst one another, Danse himself quietly observing. Elaine lowered the straps of her harness so that they fell gathered over her lower half. She then took her pale and very slowly, as sensually as possible, poured its water all over her head, hair and face, down her neck and stomach.
She had doused the front of her shirt rendering it near see-through and exposing her perky breasts jiggling beneath, nipples hardening at the coolness of the splashing liquid.
Every eye in proximity widened, heartbeats quickening, uncomfortable shuffling but Elaine did not cease her titillating indecency. She was reveling in it, actually. Garvey looked away out of respect, but said under his breath, “Woah.”
Sturges froze in place, his brows hitting high to his hairline, blatantly staring. MacCready’s mouth hung open for far too long before clearing his throat and remembering to ash his smoke. Danse gazed on in abject horror. There were bells ringing in his ears, and he was losing all sense of taste and smell, seeing nothing but black and red as he witnessed this unforeseen atrocity.
Elaine soaked herself in another full pale of water, letting some fall on her tongue where it rippled down her chin, all over her chest. She sighed dreamily, having been caressing the wetness over her neck to her belly, skimming enticingly between the juncture of her breasts.
“That’s uhm,” stammered MacCready carefully, unsure of what he was going to say exactly but attempting to alleviate the awkwardness. He wasn’t doing a very good job, and they were all just downright gaping at her. “Good grief, woman… what are you trying to do to us?”
Elaine simpered shyly, fluttering her lashes innocently and said, “Huh? What do you mean?”
Sturges was heard chuckling, rubbing his stomach suggestively before wisely sauntering away.
“Oh please, I think you know…” MacCready seemed very amused, a twinkle in his eye and Elaine continued to pretend like she had no idea what she had done, arching her back, reeling in another salacious drink of water.
“She knows damn well what she’s doing.” Danse ground out resentfully and just the sound of the man’s gravelly voice, was enough for Garvey to follow in Sturge’s wake, retreating.
MacCready laughed, undaunted as always by the Paladin. The two of them had never gotten along, and MacCready liked to press the other man’s buttons. “You alright there, buckethead?” He drawled in that pretentious tone of his. “This must be too much for you, huh? Maybe you need to go waddle it off, or maybe take a lie down? Have your virgin eyes ever seen anything like that before?”
Danse absolutely hated when MacCready poked fun at the power armor, always calling him buckethead or tin can. He wished Elaine would send the younger man away to his previous residency in Goodneighbor with the other riff raff and ghouls, back where he belonged.
Typically Danse did not entertain MacCready’s audaciousness, mostly going the silent route but the disrespect was no longer so easy to bear. Virgin eyes? Really? The bastard was on another level today. “The only one who’s gonna take a lie down is you, when my fist meets your face.”
MacCready scowled, flicking away his dead cigarette. “Jeeez, you’re more wound up than usual.” Then to Elaine, “And I bet I know why… better keep this animal on a short leash. Look at him! He’s liable to go on a psychotic rampage.”
“Quiet MacCready, or I may just let him go on this rampage. Clearly, you’d be his first target and if you continue to be rude, I’d say you had it coming.” Elaine jested casually and weaved her way over to one of the houses. Any one of them would do, as long as it was not her old home. She had to keep some things sacred.
It was thankfully empty, and she walked into one of the bedrooms. Like her old house, this particular house had a lot of work done to it by Sturges and the others. It was more cleaned up and organized with all new doors, fixed walls and full beds in each room. This would be the perfect place to advance her seductive plan.
Danse wanted to fuck MacCready up, make him think twice before being such a prick. The ex-gunner was snide, arrogant and defiant, and Danse just simply did not have the patience for it right now. He settled shooting him his usual death glare, one with the intensity of a thousand Fat Man’s – a possible promise of violence to come if he proceeded to further agitate him.
MacCready seemed indifferent to this unsaid threat, but Danse’s threats were never idle. The Paladin headed for the house Elaine went into. He would teach MacCready a lesson later perhaps. For now, he wanted nothing more than to give his little prewar vixen tease her own little lesson.
Her naughty display was the sort of thing he hoped would be meant for his eyes alone, and it unnerved him more than anything to watch those blithering fools hungrily feast on the sight of her like a bunch of horny hounds.
Danse was not usually such a jealous man, but Elaine was igniting that flame in him all too well. This time, he knew she had done it on purpose. She wanted to incite anger in him no doubt, to prompt his possessiveness like it had the night Vaughn propositioned her in the recreation room. She was luring Danse in to unravel some more of his attention, and he was going to give it to her, just maybe not in the way she was expecting.
In other words, she was in big trouble.
He locked first the front door and stepped out of his power armor, making sure it was blocking the way in case anyone somehow got the door open. Then into the bedroom he went, shutting and locking that door behind him.
She was snickering coquettishly, seemingly very happy with herself but Danse loomed over her. “Very clever, Beckett,” He began smoothly, eyeing her heatedly up and down. “But when I’m through with you, you’re going to wish you didn’t do that.”
Elaine balked, suddenly frightened. She knew this was what she had wanted, that this was her fault and that she asked for it, yet she could not help but feel surprised at his brazenness all the same.
Danse remained callous and agitated in his exterior, but the corner of his lips begged to twitch.
“Oh really?”
He ignored her, “Did you enjoy putting on that little display, having those creeps drool over you?”
“Mm… maybe a little.”
He was suddenly curling his hands around her hips and pulling her hard against him. “You’re disobedient.” He growled angrily by her ear.
“I-I…”
Danse cut off her breathless stuttering. “I would have rewarded you for your patience, you were being good but because you were really bad, you’re going to be punished, and punished accordingly.”
As unnerving as this was, Elaine had never felt so thrilled and excited. She wanted to pretend like she hated this, to play along but she felt certain she was going to take great pleasure from this punishment. “I am?” She was flushed from her face down to her toes, the temperature of her body escalating to great heights.
He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Come here. Now.” He sternly ordered and hesitantly, she stepped in front of him.
Immediately he was pulling down her trousers and harness to reveal her naked lower half. Then before she could fully process what he’d just done, an instant sense of déjà vu, he was grabbing her roughly and positioning her belly down across his lap where he thwacked and grabbed at one of her bubbly cheeks. Elaine gasped, and Danse relished in the sick sense of power he got from doing this to her. He did it again, more aggressively, and again.
“Is this what I have to do?” He smacked her thrice more, another two, harder each time he brought his hand down onto a cheek.
She was shrieking throatily in vulgar delight, reddening prints etching her milky white skin, the surfacing blood singing with pain but she loved it. Elaine was desperate for Danse to feed her wicked inhibitions. She was glad to know he was not just dominant in his day-to-day life, but dominant sexually too, but she had never thought he would be so playful, devious and tyrannical.
“Don’t tell me you actually like this.” Danse breathed disbelievingly and she keened faintly, mystified at his dizzying, but satisfying torture. “You’re filthy,” he wacked down on her from above, cheek jiggling lusciously. “So,” Then smacked her again, slamming his palm against the underside of her buttocks on her thigh, squeezing and grabbing her up. “Fucking sexy.”
He was then sweeping his hands all around the expanse of her heart-shaped cheeks, pressing his fingers into her thickness, delighting in every bouncy movement her pretty flesh made against his palms. “This thing is ridiculous,” he whispered, more to himself. He wanted to bite it.
Elaine was positively dripping, Danse allowing his thumb to glide teasingly across her sensitive folds. Her body quivered, back curving down and pushing her rear up further towards him. Goddamn, the raw friction of his thick clothing rubbing against her blushing, bare skin felt electric – it made her feel unbelievably turned on.
“Mm you’re so wet for me.” He purred as two of his fingers breeched her sodden entrance, pushing and twisting their way inside her silky hotness. “It’s... it’s so good.” He absolutely loved that he could cause her body to do this, to react with such desire.
Danse drove his fingers deeper, setting a deliciously rapid pace. “Ooo yes, fuck!” Elaine cursed wantonly in response, and this made him want to go harder, faster against her tight little mound. He curled within her, pressing into that spot which had her so undone last time and she cried out, sending her higher and higher. Yet just when it seemed like she was about to bust apart, Danse cruelly withdrew his fingers. “Ugh! Wha – ” She whipped her eyes up at him, lips pouty.
“What? I told you, this is punishment.” He tried not to snicker, feeling happy with himself.
“Noooo, what? C’mon, Danse!”
“No.”
“But why? Pleeeease?”
“I said, no.”
Beckett made an unhappy, childish sound, and Danse brought his hand down once more, hard on top of her ass.
“Ooo…” she groaned irritably, her skin stinging. He snaked his arms through and around her body, gripping one of her perky tits in his hand, holding her like a precious doll. He kissed her gingerly between her shoulder blades, his breath tickling her skin. Elaine was thrumming with lust. She was not going to let him get away with leaving her like this. “Please Paladin Danse, the only reason I even did it was because I… I need you. I – ”
“Yeah?” He asked gruffly, toying with her pebbled nipple. “You… need me?”
She nodded hazily, whining, “I do. Really, really bad.”
Honestly, he had just wanted to hear her say it. This was a scenario straight out of his fantasies. Who was he, to keep denying her this, denying himself? She was begging him, for Christ’s sake – and he needed her too, so much.
“Pleeease,” she sobbed again, “Fuck me, Danse.”
He wasn’t going to make her wait any longer.
Danse got up, gently dropping her belly down onto the edge of the bed where he situated himself behind her. Elaine heard him unzipping, the rolling down of his pants. Then, he was steeling himself over her, holding her hip with one hand as he slowly began pressing into her with the hot, velvety tip of his rock-solid shaft.
“Oh my fffrruggh– ” He growled, submerging himself inside her bit by sweet, juicy bit.
Honestly, she wouldn’t have cared if he hadn’t been, but great god, was Danse big. The delicious sensations of his long thickness filling her up was everything Elaine had wanted, needed and more. Her toes curled beneath her, fingers gripping up the bedding and she further arched her back, giving him better ease of access.
He withdrew from her a little at a time, groaning darkly as he pushed back into her tightness again. Deep, so deep he went. She fit around him perfectly, she was exquisite. A sheen of sweat lined his messy hair, the irises of his eyes hitting the back of his skull. Then he was snapping and snapping his hips against her round rear, settling into a deliberate and merciless pace.
“Mmm yessss,” hissed Elaine, her head tossing from side to side. Danse, his jaw clenched, curled a hand around her tiny neck, pulling her up, closer to him as he rutted into her. “That’s so good, that’s so good, Danse, fuck…”
“Oh yeah,” he whimpered brokenly, squeezing the flesh of her apple-red ass. He had almost forgotten how amazing sex felt, and this was by far the best he’d ever had. Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to last long, but with Danse’s incredible stamina, he would be ready to go again straightaway. “You feel so fucking good, you’re gonna make me cum already, d’you know that?”
“No!” she whined, theatrical and Danse snickered.
“Yes.” He seethed, pulling on one of her pigtails, twisting her thick locks in his fist. She gasped, her back arching ever further into him. The hand that’d grasped her neck smoothed down, cupping a bouncing breast, crushing himself as deep into her white-hot tightness as he could go.
Elaine was screaming in delight-filled high notes, the euphoria all-consuming. There was no doubt their passionate tryst could be heard around the block, but she could hardly bring herself to care. She had never been so wet before, the nectar of her desires flooding salaciously over their connecting nether regions, soaking down her thighs.
“Ooo Danse, I’m… I’m in love with your cock!” Oh, she hadn’t meant to say that. It really just slipped out! He made her mad with lust, she couldn’t keep her feelings at bay.
“You what?” He practically shook her in his hands, ferocious.
“I-I…” she’d momentarily forgotten how to speak, how to think, everything. She wasn’t about to repeat herself!
“You love this?” He questioned, disbelief and confidence lacing his commanding voice. He was fucking her harder, more roughly than he’d ever fucked anyone.
“Oh Danse!”
He couldn’t hold it back anymore. In a flash, he was pulling out of her, pressing her down onto the bed. Hot, sticky seed burst in streams from his pulsating manhood onto the shelf of her ass and lower back, a feverish cacophony of satisfied grunts echoing huskily from his throat.
There wasn’t too much around, so he pulled off the cotton casing around one of the pillows and gave her the courtesy of wiping her clean. She sighed dreamily in contentment, Danse kissing tenderly the spot between her shoulder blades… but he wasn’t through with her yet, if she’d have him.
“I want you again.” He said, lightly grabbing one of her blushing cheeks. “Now.”
Elaine seemed instantly excited at the notion, her body trembling. “Really?”
In one fluid motion, Danse flipped her over and had her splayed out on her back beneath him. His mouth found hers, devouring her in his gentle, but domineering kiss. He branded a burning wet trail on her jaw, her decolletage to the top of her tits.
She was giggling, tickled pink by the wonderful feelings her new circumstances brought on. She was so surprised by him, she couldn’t help but to make sure. “You’re really ready to go again? Just like that?”
Nate, bless him, as proficient at sex as he was, did not have a similar endurance. Elaine had always enjoyed sleeping with her late husband, she had never one complaint, but now, well… that was then, and this was now. Maybe she wouldn’t mind the now so much anymore.
A devilish grin worked its way onto Danse’s lips. “Do you doubt me?” He took her hand in his and wrapped them around his still strikingly solid, scorching prick. Elaine squeezed him lightly, running her fingers over the hardened velveteen flesh and Danse moaned, melting another kiss onto her mouth. “You want it?”
In response, Elaine opened her legs wider, capturing him between her thighs. The tip of his cock slid wetly against her slit and she keened. She was still overflowing with desire and Danse rolled his hips, able to plunge right in.
Elaine raked her nails down his muscled back, admiring the sculpted arms on either side of her. There was an attractive bulging vein in his neck, that strapping torso looming above; the way his brows furrowed in concentration through his hazy puzzlement and adoration, a subtle bite to his bottom lip. Danse certainly was an impressive specimen.
A loud and crackling, vibrating radstorm was suddenly blowing through. Very timely, for once again, their escalating moans and groans were beginning to fill the thick afternoon air as Danse fucked her into the bed. He bucked into her deliciously, more slowly now, over and over. The relentless electric friction was bruising, but in the best way imaginable. Elaine hadn’t had intimacy in so long, he was stretching her out, the slight pain feeling so perfectly good.
She wanted this all the time, wanted Danse to fuck her every day for the rest of her… oh man, she was in deep. Why did she have to be such a sap? It was mind-boggling, and even made her a bit furious given everything, but she was falling hard for her Paladin.
He was crushing his mouth over her skin, anywhere he could reach, curling her hair around his hand, palming her breasts. Incoherent sweet nothings and bewildered curses fell brokenly from his lips by her ear. Elaine wondered if Danse could feel what she felt, if he cared for her the unmeasurable way that she did for him. She could not possibly be alone, in this all-encompassing enrapturement.
“You incredible woman,” he muttered lowly, his nose brushing against hers. “I should have never… held back.” Danse was somewhat struggling to get the words out between gasping for air. “‘Should have been… fucking you the-the minute I saw you.”
Well, that was an unexpected statement, considering the fact that Danse ate protocol and decorum for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Elaine’s tongue swept over his mouth, coaxing him into an ardent, but lackadaisical kiss. “If you’d done that, we’d have-we’d have never gotten anything done.”
Danse laughed, and the unfamiliar, melodious sound of it Elaine thought so beautiful, a breath of fresh air. It was not often the man even cracked a genuine smile, let alone laugh. She had never seen this side of him, had anyone? She was delighted to be a first-hand witness to this vulnerable candor, to be a part of the authenticity, a part of his joy.
Suddenly, he was smashing into her with great ferocity and might, the sweat now beading down the sides of their faces. Elaine wanted to hold onto him more tightly but he had overwhelmed her efforts. All she could do was lie there and take it, but she wasn’t complaining.
His thick manhood hit all the right places, and even better yet, Danse’s thumb was pressing and rolling around on her sensitive bud. The wickedly sinful combination of this, along with his ruthless pulverizing – and the cruelness of cutting her earlier completion short – had her seeing shooting stars in mere seconds.
Danse groaned in satisfaction, the slippery wet ocean of her orgasm overflooding him in wave after wave over his cock. Her silky tightness was clenching around him so sweetly, so wonderfully, his own climax inevitably followed.
He unsheathed himself, creamy white jets flying across her lower belly. Danse collapsed on the bed beside her and a few breathless moments later, he was politely cleaning her off again with the pillowcase from before.
“Holy hell,” Danse sighed, utterly content for what felt like the first time ever.
Elaine simpered impishly, very happy with herself and, of course him. “I hope you’re not going to make me wait too long before we do that again.”
“Not a chance,” he replied with a smirk, caressing his knuckles gently onto her cheek. “However, I’m not sure that was uh, sufficient enough punishment, hm? I might just have to take you over my knee again.”
“Ooo, oh no! I’m so scared.” Elaine teased, tickling the side of him with her fingers.
Danse reached over and grabbed the tickling hand, his dark walnut eyes suddenly serious, gaze boring into hers. “I… wish we didn’t have to keep this a secret but, if anyone finds out about us, they could send me away.”
“Don’t worry, Paladin. We won’t let that happen.”
“We won’t?” He searched her eyes for validation, for the proof that she could be professional when it mattered.
Elaine’s lashes fluttered, her stare holding nothing but loving warmth. “I’ll be good. I swear it.”
A sly little smile lit up all his features, leaning in for a tender kiss. “You better.” Danse hoped that he would be able to retain his strait-laced image as well. He could see himself losing control with her, for her, but in order to stay with Elaine, he would have to do his damned best. “But don’t think for even a second, that I won’t be fucking you every chance we get.”
“I sure fucking hope so.”
The new lovers spent the rest of the day and evening entangled together on the bed, avoiding their responsibilities, relaxing for once, and enjoying each other’s company. They had a grueling journey ahead of them, but now more than ever, felt ready to dominate the wastes.
Elaine was somehow, someway going to bring the Institute down, and maybe, just maybe, when it was all through, if they were still alive, the two of them could build some semblance of a future together. They were a great team, a perfect match. Getting ones hopes up high was dangerous in this world, but it was clear as crystal, that both of them were willing to fly on that leap of faith.
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